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villainsapologist · 1 day ago

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Skom James fucking u for the first time since getting out of rehab ⁉️he gets so lost in the sauce that he starts whimpering and begging ‼️

A/N: one eternity later...

Warnings/Tags: James Hetfield x Fem Reader, SMUT, very lewd language, RPF, oral (f!receiving), p in v, creampies, premature ejaculation, ass eating (kinda), 1.7k words, explicit content 18+

It feels like forever. You missed him so much that it hurts. James had been away getting the help he needed and you were so proud of him.

Unfortunately, that also meant that for the first few days you had no contact with him and after that it was heavily restricted and monitored. You got to talk on the phone once per week and it was only for a couple of minutes.

The calls usually consisted of I love you’s and I miss you’s. That was all you two had time for.

Marking the final ‘X’ on your calendar, you’re buzzing with excitement. Today was the day James finally got to come home.

He said he didn’t want you to make a big deal out of it. That he was content with just being back home with you.

Respecting his wishes you settled for some Welcome Home balloons and a cake.

— — —

When James came through the door with his luggage in hand, he wasted no time cupping your face in his hands and smashing his lips against yours.

You wanted to welcome him home, give an entire spiel about how proud you were— but nope.

He gathers you in his arms with no words, his tongue down your throat.

As his lips move to your neck you get the opportunity to speak, just as soon as you got to catch your breath.

“Hi baby. I missed you so much!” In response all you get is a low grunt.

You catch on to how this welcome home greeting is going to go and accept your fate.

James carries you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. The room where for the past few agonizing weeks you slept alone.

He sets you on the bed so that you're standing. He’s so tall that you are still able to be face to face with him.

“I need you so fucking bad baby.” You can see the desperation in his eyes. Reaching out, you touch his face and he takes your hand into his, bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your fingers.

“I’m right here James, take whatever you want from me.”

He begins to peel your bottoms off, first your yoga pants then your panties.

As you go to remove your top you’re stopped by his hands moving you down to lay on the bed.

You let out a squeal as he flips you over to lay on your stomach. His arm scooping you up by the waist so that your face is buried in the sheets and your ass is up in the air.

“So fucking perfect.” You feel his breath on your pussy so you're pretty sure he wasn’t necessarily talking to you.

“Ohhh fuck–” You let out as James buries his face in your ass. His tongue licking a long strip from your clit to your asshole.

You fist the sheets tightly, your eyes squeezing shut. He moves back to your pussy, his tongue continues to swirl around your hole, getting it nice and wet.

James pushes his tongue into you ensuring to hold you firmly around the waist. He moves his head from side to side and you can feel the hairs on his chin brushing ever so slightly on your clit.

You're a writhing whining mess as James holds nothing back from his assault on you.

He’s a man starved— lapping at your juices as they spill from your leaking cunt.

Your legs begin to shake as you feel the tightness building in your lower abdomen. You're drooling into the sheets beneath you as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

All that James hears from you are the faint ahh’s and ohh’s that you whimper out.

He feels that you're close and moves a finger to rub your clit, his tongue still working its way in and out of you.

“James please—” He squeezes your side harder.

Still being a man of little words in this moment, he complies with your request to cum by picking up his pace. He switches his tongue and fingers— inserting his middle and index fingers into you while his tongue laps at your clit.

This new rhythm unravels you in five seconds flat. He gets to move his fingers in and out of you maybe three times before he feels the extra squelch and wetness around them.

He holds you tightly as you try to squeeze your legs together. You haven't orgasmed like this since before James left.

You tried to get yourself there on your own while he was away but it just wasn't the same. You needed him.

As you try to catch your breath and come down from your high, you collapse into the bed, your knees weak.

In your post climax haze you feel James gently turning you over on your back.

You lay there satisfied as your chest rises and falls, your eyes closing.

That was until you heard the familiar sound of his belt being undone.

Immediately you feel the heat blossom in your stomach. It was pavlovian at this point. The clink of the buckle never failed to make you begin to leak between your thighs.

James doesn't say anything he just moves between your legs, his broad body forcing them wide open.

His face instantly falls into your neck as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

With one long deep stroke he buries himself completely in you. Your mouth going wide as you gasp at the feeling of being filled completely with him.

Everything is so slippery down there. You just came mere seconds ago and the feeling of James’ weight on top of you was doing something extraordinary for you.

You completely wrap your legs around him— locking them in place. Your hands clawing at his back.

“It’s so good baby…” You cry out as your nails dig into him. “You always fuck me so good.”

James only responds in grunts and groans. It’s the only way you know that he’s even hearing you.

By now he’s practically grinding into you. The hairs at the base of his cock stimulate your clit as he moves his body on yours.

You feel his teeth on your neck. He nips and licks at you, moving to your collarbone and over to the next side. He is definitely leaving marks.

You're blissed out— enjoying everything that he is giving you, your second orgasm slowly creeping up on you.

That was until you felt it. The warm milky white substance that you knew all too well.

He just came— with no warning.

“Baby did you just—” You’re cut off by his loud groan in your ear.

James doesn’t stop. He just keeps fucking you— sliding in and out as his seed spills out of you with each thrust.

He lifts up his head from your neck and rests his forehead against yours.

His eyes trail down your body to where the two of you are connected. He stares intently watching you swallow him up everytime he goes in. His cock is a mess, it’s covered in both your cum.

“Fuuuck me—” It’s literally the third thing he has said since he got home. “Need it so fucking bad please.”

James was not really quiet in bed but he definitely never did all this begging and whimpering.

His face goes back to the crook of your neck.

“I love your pussy so fucking much, please cum for me baby.”

You feel something wet on your skin. Maybe it was sweat— maybe it was his tongue.

But as James rises up again to look you in the eyes, you see his glistening.

“Please— please…” He lets out with his eyebrows knitted.

He really must have missed you because you have never seen him this desperate and unraveled for you.

Usually James fucks you with confidence, making it clear that he was the one responsible for making you come undone. You were the one doing the begging and crying.

However, today the roles seemed to have been reversed.

“I don’t ever want to be away from you ever again. I can’t stand it.” He’s rambling, breath uneven as he goes as deep as possible every time.

You pull him close— chest to chest, and kiss him hard. You move your hand to his hair and start grinding up against him. You lift your lower half off the bed to meet his strokes.

“I’m right here James, you have me. I promise.” You flutter around his cock, still milking him. He slips in so easily.

“I need you to come. I need your perfect cunt to cum around me— please I can't take it.”

Moving your fingers down to your clit you begin to rub yourself in circles. As a result your pussy clutches on to James even tighter.

This sends him over the edge, his forehead is drenched in sweat. He squeezes his eyes shut as his mouth contorts into that O shape.

“Ohh my— fuck!” It’s all he says as he spills into you for the second time. Following suit, your back arches as you cum again around him.

The lewd sounds of James still moving in and out of you are intensified by the wet slaps caused by all the cum making its way out of your hole.

“Thank you so much. I love you so much.” He cries between breaths.

Finally he slows down his strokes, halting deep inside you as he collapses on you. But it was only for a second, he’s still careful not to crush you. He rolls over onto his back and lays you on his chest.

He wraps his arms around you tightly.

As you both stabilize your breathing you just lay there taking in each other. You listen to his heartbeat as it begins to slow down to its normal rate.

“You really missed me huh?” You ask him. However, there was no response.

You peer up at his face— yeah he’s asleep.

Letting out a chuckle you move up to place a peck on his lips and bring the blanket over to cover both of you.

With that you close your eyes and snuggle into him. You missed him so much.

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melyxssa · 1 day ago

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His Playboy Bunny

Description: 1999, Los Angeles. you are the hottest Playboy model but your boyfriend James is not quite happy about it.

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, angst, language, smut (unprotected sex).

The “Playboy Summer Party” has always been the biggest and most iconic event of the entire year. The Mansion filled up with the most famous and hottest celebrities, photographers, models, actors, including the biggest rockstars, and we all partied wild for days.

Me and all of the other Playboy bunnies were thrilled about this event, because we knew that attending it meant only meant two things: music and drinks with famous people.

James never used to be really happy about this, unless he was with me, keeping an eye on everyone and everything at the party, checking on me the whole night.

However, this year was different... James had to fly to New York with his band to attend an important interview, he had to stay away the entire weekend.

The fact that I’ll have to go the party without him didn't excite him, and now he has been giving me the silence treatment for the past few hours, while packing his stuff before heading to the airport.

I check on him, peeking through the half-closed doorframe of our bedroom, while he was picking up some shirts from his closet, his eyes were dark, a shadow of anger reflected in his gaze and his nervous movements. I decide to step in the room, sighing heavily just to make my presence considered: no answer or sign of notice whatsoever from him.

I walk towards the bed and stand next to him, watching every frustrated movement of his, not even trying to turn to look at me. His hair fell a bit over his face, while he kept pushing his clothes into his bag, tending his muscles' biceps, which pointed out his tattoos exposed under his tight black sleeveless t-shirt.

“Are you not gonna say anything or what now?”, I ask him with a tone of frustration, demanding him to talk to me before he left for the flight.

James stopped his frustrated actions for a moment, his hands still gripping a hastily folded t-shirt. He took a deep breath, his broad chest rising and falling under his tight black shirt, jaw clenched tight.

He glanced sideways, hard and unreadable blue eyes behind his messy hair. His voice came out low and gruff.

"What d'ya want, Y/N?”, he grunted, before shoving a few more items into his bag with more force than necessary. "You know I gotta jet. Band stuff."

He finally turned to face me completely, arms crossed over his broad chest. His posture was defensive, body language closed off.

“I’m not in the mood for any bullshit right now.”

He muttered, looking at me up and down, his tone was blunt, almost rude, clearly agitated and distracted by his impending trip and the thoughts swirling in his head.

I stay silent watching him zipping his bag closed and grabbing his sunglasses and leather jacket. I scoff at his cocky attitude.

“You’re just gonna leave without saying a word? After ignoring me for hours?”

I tried to keep it cool, but it was obvious my tone hinted something else, irritation floated in the air between us after these words left my mouth.

James halted in his tracks, his shoulders stiffed at the irritation in my voice. He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, a sound of pure exasperation. Turning slowly, he pinned me with a hard stare, blue eyes glinting with a mix of anger and something else, something more vulnerable.

"Listen, I ain't got time for any of this right now, alright?" He growled, tone low and rough.

"I got a fuckin' plane to catch, and a bunch of other shit to deal with." He stepped closer, almost invading my personal space, using his height and broad build to try and intimidate me into backing down.

"You think I'm happy about leavin' you here, at that damn party, with all those fuckin' creeps sniffin' around you like you're some piece of meat?"

His voice rose with each word, his eyes flashing.

He walks back towards the bed reaching for his bag, finally grabbing it ready to go. Rolling my eyes, I move closer to him searching for his eyes.

”Are you serious right now? Again with this shit? You know this is my job, I gotta go there every year to meet new people, certainly not to flirt with some other men, you already came with me, basically all the music industry knows that we are together.

Why won’t you trust me?”

Now I was the exhausted one. James gripped the strap of his bag tightly, knuckles turning white. He met my gaze, his eyes stormy and intense. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he struggled to rein in his temper and the swirling emotions inside him.

"Trust?" He scoffed bitterly. "Trust is earned, Y/N. And let's face it, you didn’t exactly made it easy for me to just fuckin' trust you at a damn party like that." His voice was a low, mocking parody of gentleness.

"I know it's your job. I fuckin' get it. But that doesn’t mean I gotta like it. You think I'm blind not to see the way those assholes look at you? The way they want you?”

He shook his head, a harsh laugh escaped his lips.

"I may not be fuckin' perfect, but I know when a man wants to take what's mine."

His eyes rolled before letting his sunglasses fall on his nose, with a scoff escaping his mouth.

“You knew damn well about my job since you started dating me, James!"

I suddenly snap, James flinched slightly at the harsh tone in my voice, but held his ground. His eyes narrowed, turning into cold, moving closer.

"Don't fuckin' yell at me like that!” He growled, yelling back as loud.

“Yeah, I knew what your job was. Doesn't mean I gotta be okay with watchin' other pricks drool all over you like a goddamn doll, or watching photographers take pictures of you naked, knowing they jerk off on them right after.” He stepped back, grabbing his bag and heading for the door, he left me speechless again.

“Have fun, I’ll see you in a few days.”

And with that he left, leaving me standing in our bedroom.

The night came, and the chauffeur drove me to the Playboy Mansion with some of the other models, to get ready for the party.

All of us wore glittery pink outfits, bunny ears on and champagne glasses in our hands, walking and dancing to the hottest music and entertaining the people around us.

I spent the whole night hopelessly hoping for one of the waiters to come and tell me that someone was on the phone waiting for me, but of course, James didn’t call, without even letting me know if he landed in New York.

Sitting on the red lips couch in front of the big pool among all the people, suddenly a pornstar martini popped up in front of my eyes held by tattooed hand with black polish nails. I raise my sight to the tall figure in front of me, revealing the cocky glam bassist of Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx.

With an amused smirk on his lips, he glanced again at the glass in his hand.

“Believe it or not, but this is for you”, he says after seeing I didn’t move since I noticed him.

“Thanks”, I simply say smiling at him. Doing the same, he sits next to me, holding an arm behind the back of the couch.

“Waiting for your man?”, he asks looking among the people in front of us.

“He is not coming this year”, I answer with the coldest voice tone ever, making him nod, his dark eyes eating me.

“Got it… he lets you have fun with others”, he smirks again at his own words.

“What does that mean?”, scoffing I look away from him still feeling his gaze upon me.

“Just saying… he never seemed that happy to see you here the past years, I was wondering how he could just let you come here alone this time…”, he continues leaning closer so I could hear him better due to the loud music around us.

“It’s my job, I gotta stay here tonight as always, and he knows…”

My patience was already at its limit, he laughs seeing my tone changing again.

“Yeah I see… you were funnier when I met you for the first time a few years ago, you know Y/N? Less cold.”

I nod faking a laugh while keep drinking my cocktail.

“You mind if I let you forget about him for a few hours?”, he whispers again leaning even closer to my face, making me jump up from the couch.

“I’m not a whore Sixx, you already played this game three years ago and my answer always been the same, and it won’t change tonight”

With that I walk away, my body shaking by the anger of such a conversation that I unfortunately used to be familiar with.

— Third person POV —

It’s the next day. After the band’s interview was finally over they all walk back to their private lounge, in the building where they had their meeting.

James sat back on one of the couches in the room, with hands in his hair, still frustrated by the argument he had with Y/N the day before, also feeling guilty for not calling her.

He woke up from his thoughts after seeing a last hour magazine being thrown on the couch next to him. “Page six man”, says Lars in a low tone.

James’ big hands reach for the tabloid in front of him, quickly opening the sixth page, eyebrows furrowed reading the article:

“Playboy bunny, Y/N Y/LN, aka James Hetfield’s date since 1994, spotted really busy having a close interaction with Mötley Crüe’s bassist Nikki Sixx at the Playboy Mansion Summer Party last night. End of an iconic couple? Start of another metal love for the Playboy bombshell?”

The picture printed all over the page caught the exact moment where Nikki tried to flirt with her a second, before she walked away leaving him on the couch. James took a deep breath, before a sound of pure rage started escaping his lungs. He crumpled the magazine in his fist, crushing it into a tight ball of anger and pain. His mind raced with a whirlwind of dark, accusing thoughts. He had left her alone for one damn night, and she'd already found someone else to cozy up to?

James rounded on Lars, eyes blazing.

"Did you see this?" He snarled, shoving the crushed magazine towards his bandmate. "Did you fuckin' see who she's with?"

His voice rose with each word, tinged with a manic edge of disbelief and fury. All the other members of the band in the room turning to watch the scene in silence.

“Man, calm down, come on, you know tabloids write fake shit about everyone, I'm sure it's not how it seems.” Kirk tried to calm down James, who snapped up from the couch walking back and forth through room nervously.

James paced like a caged animal, unable to sit still, too agitated and consumed by rage to calm down. He shook his head, a harsh, bitter laugh escaping him.

"Not how it seems? Are you fuckin' kidding me, Kirk?" He whirled around, eyes wild and accusing, his hands clenched into fists, trembling with the force of his anger.

He turned back to the crumpled magazine, smoothing it out to take another look at the incriminating photo.

"She's a fuckin' Playboy bunny, for Christ's sake. She's supposed to act like she's into those assholes." He gritted his teeth, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

"And you're telling me to calm down?" He shook his head, a cynical, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips. "I don't fuckin' think so." And with that James walked out of the room, slamming the door making it echoing through all the hallway.

— Y/N’s POV —

A few days passed from the party, and today James should be back home already, but I didn’t hear from him ever since he left.

I was taking a shower in our bedroom’s bathroom when I hear heavy steps coming from the stairs heading closer. As my head slipped under the warm water in relax, the shower’s curtain suddenly opens, making me jump and scream, and it revealed to be James. His tall figure, unbuttoned shirt, cowboy boots and black jeans, with an angry expression printed on his face, stood in front of me.

“What the fuck, James?! You scared me!”, I snap removing the water drops from my eyes so I could see him better.

He lifts an opened ruined magazine “Fucking Sixx!” He yells throwing it at me, still standing in the shower.

I quickly pick it up and read the article about her and him.

“None of this it’s true James!”, I say looking at the infamous picture. James scoffs looking away, passing a hand through his hair in frustration.

“I can’t fucking believe you think this shit is real!”. I throw the article on the bathroom floor as I finally step out of the shower.

I grab a towel and wrap it around my body. I walk towards the bathroom fogged up mirror, still feeling James’s presence behind me, in complete silence.

He steps closer, invading my space. The heat of his body radiated against my back, still damp from the shower. He gripped my shoulders, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"You think I don't see the way he looks at you, like he wants to devour you whole?"

He reached out, gripping my jaw roughly and turning my face forcing me to meet his gaze. A devious smirk grows on my lips feeling his hands on me like this.

He was infuriated, but his rough grip around my face and his rough tone weirdly turned me on. James' eyes narrowed as he noticed the sudden change in my expression, his grip tightening on my cheeks.

He leaned in closer, breath hot and heavy against my face.

"You think this is funny, Y/N?” He growled, voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You think it's fuckin' funny I just saw another man drooling all over what's mine?" His other hand slid down to my waist, gripping my towel-clad hip possessively.

Despite his anger, he couldn't ignore the way his body responded to the feel of my soft curves beneath his fingertips. He knew I could feel it too, the way his jeans tightened and his breathing grew heavier.

"I should fuckin' spank your ass for being such a tease, for lettin' that prick approach you like that."

He moved closer, with his grip moving down my neck, he pressed his hips against mine, letting me feel the evidence of his desire. "Maybe that's what you fuckin' want though, isn't it? To be put in your place." I let a low chuckle, challenging him and provoke him.

“Guess”.

James' eyes flashed, pupils dilating with a mix of rage and dark desire at my respond.

A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as he pressed me harder against the bathroom counter, the cold marble a stark contrast to the heat radiating off his body.

"Oh, you want me to fuckin’ guess?" He snarled, one hand sliding up to grip my hair, tugging on it roughly to angle my head back, to show my neck off.

"You want to play this game, you little tease?" His other hand slid down to grab a handful of my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.

"You want me to fuckin' put you in your place, show you who you belong to?"

He ground his hips against mines, making sure I could feel every hard inch of him through the denim of his jeans and the towel, the only things separating our bodies.

He leaned down, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. "Watch your fuckin' mouth, girl. Or I'll do it for you." He promised darkly, voice a low, lust-filled growl.

James suddenly flipped me around to face the steamy mirror, roughly removing my towel and exposing my bare skin to the humid air.

Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on the supple flesh of my ass, the sound of the sharp slap echoing off the tiled walls, before I could hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, along with his pants dropping on the floor, leaving him in just his tight black boxer briefs.

The thick outline of his hard cock strained against the fabric, and he removed it immediately after. With a low, animalistic growl, James grabbed my hips. He kicked my legs apart wider, lining himself up with my entrance. And with no preamble, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside my tight, wet heat with one brutal stroke.

He set a punishing pace, hips slapping against the reddened cheeks of my ass as he fucked me hard and fast, the way he'd been craving since he saw that damn photo.

Each thrust pushed me harder against the bathroom counter, my breasts bounced with the force of his movements.

"Fuck, Y/N.”

He grunted, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he rutted into me, kissing and biting my neck. "This is what you get for teasin' me, you little slut… for letting another man get that close to you. I want you to see yourself as I fuck you like this.”

He leaned down, teeth now sinking into the tender skin of my shoulder, marking me, claiming me. "You're fuckin' mine, Y/N. Say it." He orders breathless against my ear “I’m yours James”, I say moaning desperately, keeping my hands on the foggy mirror, letting them slide down at each thrust.

He could feel my walls fluttering around him, feel the way my body responded to his possession, to the way he was claiming me so thoroughly. It spurred him on, made him fuck me harder, faster, chasing the release he so desperately needed.

He gripped my hip strongly with his left hand, while the other gripped my hair back, before letting two fingers slide into my mouth, back and forth down my throat, feeling my warm drool cover them.

His balls tightened, he approached the edge. He leaned forward, teeth sinking into the junction of my neck and shoulder, marking me as his property.

”Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna fuckin'...!" He couldn't finish his plead that his orgasm crashed over him like a tsunami wave. He buried himself to the hilt inside of me, cock pulsing and jerking as he emptied himself into me, painting my insides with his warm seed, making me finish right after at that sensation, making my gummy walls tighten around his throbbing and sensitive cock.

James stood behind me, his chest grew as he caught his breath in the aftermath of his intense release. He kept my body pinned against the bathroom counter, his softening cock still buried deep inside me, and his arms wrapped around my body.

After a long moment, he leaned down, breath hot and heavy against my ear, staring at me through my exhausted reflection.

"Don't think this means I'm still not fuckin' pissed at you."

He muttered, voice low and gruff. "You're mine, Babe. You know that’s right.” He nipped at my earlobe, tugging on it with his teeth.

"But you gotta stop being such a goddamn tease all the time. It ain't fuckin' fair to either of us." He pulled back slightly still staring at my reflection in the mirror, blue eyes intense and serious. "I can't stand the thought of another man wanting to take you like I just did. You understand me?" I nod at his words, before he grabbed my face, leaving a soft but passionate kiss on my pink lips.

He slowly slides out of me, watching his cum drip out of me and smirking proudly, before looking at me.

“Now get ready, baby, I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.” With a smile he winked at me before leaving the bathroom, and closing the door behind him.

-mel

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